On the wedding night, the prince asked me to see an andrologist

Chapter 25 Interrogation
  dungeon.

There is no light in the low and narrow space, and only the faint light from candles on the wall can be relied on.

Ning Muqing once again easily opened the door of Xiao Jiang's cell opposite.

Xiao Jiang was huddled in the corner. The whistle just now was his weakness. Until Ning Muqing walked up to him, his body was trembling slightly.

He glared at Ning Muqing fiercely, gathering his strength to rush forward and kill Ning Muqing again.

The next second, Ning Muqing moved very quickly, inserting a silver needle into Xiao Jiang's acupuncture point, and his whole body suddenly became stiff and unable to move.

Xiao Jiang's eyes widened and he couldn't understand why Ning Muqing still had such ability.

"Prince Xiao, people always have to pay for what they have done. How you bullied 'me' and humiliated 'me' in the past is now the time to pay it back, don't you think?"

"Bitch." Xiao Jiang stared at her with his turbid and terrifying eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Since I dare to do such a thing to you, I am not afraid that one day you, a bitch, will come to my door! If you want to kill me, I will cut you into pieces. It’s up to you.”

Ning Muqing looked at his face, which had become extremely pale due to years of torture, and smiled.

But the smile didn't reach her eyes, and there was a coldness in her eyes that penetrated the heart, sending chills down one's spine.

"Prince Xiao, I actually don't want to kill you."

"Bah, bitch, I forgive you for not daring to kill me."

Xiao Jiang spat hard, his eyes extremely contemptuous.

Ning Muqing narrowed her eyes and raised the oleander powder she prepared earlier and sprinkled it on Xiao Jiang.

A burning and stinging sensation invaded his skin, and it was itchy as if a reptile or animal had passed through it.

Xiao Jiang's facial features were instantly distorted. Before he roared out, Ning Muqing sealed his vocal acupuncture point with a silver needle, making him unable to scream.

His whole body ached and itched, and he was struggling and shaking like an octopus placed on an iron plate.

Ning Muqing waited for a while, untied his voice hole, and said coldly, "I won't kill you, but I will make your life worse than death."

Xiao Jiang was full of resentment, his eyes were scarlet, and he roared, "Kill me if you can, you bitch..."

Before he finished speaking, the silver needle dazzled.

Ning Muqing mercilessly inserted the silver needle into his Wuhui Blood Point. This acupuncture point can intensify the pain, and then quickly sealed Xiao Jiang's Sheng Point.

If Xiao Jiang could move at this moment, he would be beating his chest against the wall in the cell.

If he could make a sound, the screams would be extremely painful.

Ning Muqing looked at Xiao Jiang with cold eyes, his face pale in pain, sweat dripping from his body, and there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.

"Prince Xiao, today I only ask you for a share of my previous debt. As long as I am still in this cell, I will find ways to torture you every day. Let's wait and see."

It is true that Xiao Jiang ends badly now.

But unfortunately, he brought all this on himself.

Back then, he relied on his status as the heir apparent to lift Ning Rourou to the sky and trample 'Ning Muqing' under his feet.

No matter how miserable he was now, Ning Muqing couldn't have any sympathy for him.

It is just a cycle of cause and effect for people like this who do evil while they are in high positions to be knocked down by the wall and criticized by everyone.

Ning Muqing walked out of Xiao Jiang's cell, locked the lock under his resentful and hateful eyes, returned to her original cell, and lay down to recuperate.

It was extremely quiet inside the dungeon.

After lying there for who knows how long, Zhong Li suddenly came over with two jailers.

The prisoners who were huddled silently in the corner all stood up and looked at the corridor, their eyes full of fear for them. Zhong Li was the cell leader of the dungeon, and the prisoners he interrogated personally had to shed their skins even if they didn't die.

It’s okay to interrogate anyone, but don’t interrogate me!
  Everyone prayed silently in their hearts and watched Zhong Li walk to Ning Muqing's cell. The jailer quickly took out the key and opened the door. The eyes hiding in the dark were filled with gloating.

"Fortunately it's not me, but the new prisoner!" Xiao Jiang was lying on the ground, the effects of the oleander medicine had not worn off yet, staring at Ning Muqing with red eyes, "Bitch, I hope you can still live. return……"

"Don't worry, you expect me to come back alive so much, I will never let you go." Ning Muqing said coldly.

Zhong Li said with a gloomy face, "Princess, please!"

Ning Muqing walked out.

A trace of resentment flashed in Zhong Li's eyes, but he did not dare to do anything. He could only tell the jailer to take Ning Muqing and walk towards the interrogation room.

The interrogation room was filled with various torture instruments, many of which Ning Muqing had never seen before. Some were rusty, and some were stained with blood. Each one of them revealed the horror of this dungeon.

Zhong Li glanced at Ning Muqing with his dark eyes, and said unceremoniously, "Sit on the interrogation chair."

The so-called interrogation chair is similar to the "tiger bench". There are pillars erected on the ground to tie up the person's upper body. There is also a long bench, which is about the same length as the person's lower body, and a long rope is wrapped around the neck to prevent the person from struggling.

When being tortured, bricks were simply placed at the person's feet.

This torture method that is against the human body structure can cause irreversible physical damage to the prisoner.

"I remember Chu Lixuan told me before sending me to the dungeon that no one should torture me. Tingqin and Yue Lin should be still lying on the bed. Do you want to try too?"

Ning Muqing said calmly.

Zhong Li's eyes widened and he was about to swing up the whip in his hand.

The jailer next to him didn't know what he said in Zhong Li's ear. He had to say, "Come here, go bring my chair and let the princess sit down."

"It's your acquaintance."

Ning Muqing snorted coldly, ignoring the distortion on Zhong Li's face.

After the normal chair came up, Ning Muqing sat down swaggeringly, but Zhong Li took the person away.

"Wait a minute, who will interrogate me?" Ning Muqing asked coldly.

Zhong Li didn't say anything, and the jailer answered for him, "This matter involves the secrets of the palace. The princess has a noble status, so the prince is interrogating it in person today."

Chu Lixuan is coming to interrogate her again?
  Ning Muqing spread her hands and said, "Okay."

She sat on the chair. It had to be said that Zhong Li had a good understanding of the structure of the human body. Although it was a wooden chair, it was comparable to the ergonomic chairs of later generations. Lying on it was extremely comfortable.

"Princess, please wait a moment, the prince will be here soon."

The jailer said something, and then the others left together.

There was a fire in the interrogation room. Unlike the biting cold in the cell, this warm feeling made Ning Muqing feel sleepy, so she closed her eyes and took a nap.

I don’t know how long I slept.

Half asleep and half awake, Ning Muqing felt someone approaching her. A tall and towering shadow fell on her body, and she suddenly felt a little cold in the place covered by the shadow.

I haven't slept so comfortably for a long time.

The cell was so cold that it was impossible to sleep normally, and Ning Muqing was reluctant to open her eyes.

"Ning Muqing, you are confident. You know that this king will not do anything to you?" The man's sarcastic laughter echoed in the interrogation room.

Ning Muqing frowned, a little impatient after being woken up, "If you have something to say, Your Majesty, you might as well say it directly, don't disturb me when I sleep."

Looked up.

Chu Lixuan's tall figure stood in front of her.

The firelight in the interrogation room shone on his cold mask, and the flickering flames could not melt the coldness all over the man. He was looking at Ning Muqing, with a faint light of unknown meaning in his deep and cold eyes.

(End of this chapter)